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    Jonathan cast a nce at the deep blue velvet box in Henson’s hand, and asked, “When did she give


    you this?”


    Henson paused for a moment, “About 10 days or so ago. She said she was going on a long trip, might


    note back, so she asked me to pass this gift to you.”


    Jonathan was struck, reaching out to take the box. The box was light, but his mind was heavy. What


    was she trying to say?


    She was not the type to give him gifts after breaking up.


    10 days ago? Where was she going?


    Jonathan’s mind was in a tangle. Instead of continuing his way out, he turned around with the gift box


    and headed upstairs. Back in his room, he shut the door and sat on the couch.


    Holding the box, he sat there with his eyes closed for a while, before slowly untying the bow on top.


    As he opened the box, he felt a pang of nervousness. What could she possibly have given him? Was


    she trying to make amends by sending him a gift through Henson?


    As he was thinking, the box was already open. Inside was a certificate full of words, He picked it up and


    realized it was a marriage certificate.


    He was dumbfounded. Continuing to read, he saw his name and Estelle’s, along with a date from four


    years ago.


    Jonathan was totally bamboozled.


    When did he ever marry Estelle?


    His only marriage was a union with the Macin family, and with Bet Macin’s daughter, Estelle.


    Jonathan suddenly realized something. He took out his phone, found Bet’s number, and


    immediately dialed.


    The call was quickly answered, with Bet’s respectful voiceing through, “Mr. Lamont?”


    Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and asked, “What’s your daughter’s name?”


    Bet answered reflexively, “My daughter, is it Carme Macin?”


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    Jonathan hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Who did I marry?”


    Bet finally realized what was going on, hurriedly responding, “The one who married you, Mr.


    Lamont, is my other daughter, Estelle.”


    Jonathan’s pupils contracted sharply, and the phone slipped from his hand.


    The phonended softly on the carpet, but the sound felt like a sledgehammer to Jonathan’s heart.


    Bet’s confused voice came from the phone on the carpet, “Mr. Lamont, why are you asking this?


    Mr. Lamont? Mr. Lamont, are you still there?”


    Jonathan’s face turned pale. His mind was inplete chaos, unable to think.


    Inside the box, there was another piece of paper, with a row of graceful, strong writing: Let’s get a


    divorce!


    He was stunned, staring nkly at the words, picked up his phone, and hoarsely asked, “Why didn’t


    you tell me?”


    Bet replied, confused, “Hasn’t Mr. Lamont met Estelle? I had here to your hotel before, and


    she even went to your ce as a tutor.”


    Jonathan hung up the phone, got up immediately. He went downstairs to get his car, and drove his


    ck Maybach out like a bolt of lightning.